I'm tired but not tired enough to sleep yet. I want to sleep. I want to have been sleeping for a few hours by now. Does that make sense? I think I might start waking up earlier. But goddamn it's cold in the mornings here now. And so warm in bed. The dilemmas of my life are legion. They reign in multitude over my ever moment. Do I sit with my legs dangling or crossed? Or up on the desk? Do I have another glass of milk, which will mean I'll have to go over to the supermarket and buy another bottle. Or do I steal some of dad's red cordial and have him pissed off at me? I'm really tired but I know if I lie down I'll wake up again.